〈Verse〉
Pirates are here, it’s hard to write a Cowboy song
Water is plenty and salty, red tide coming on
Everybody’s drinking, the fish ain’t biting
Coquinas in the bucket, waiting to die
It’s high noon… rising tides
〈Chorus〉
All these beaches are crawling with fools breaking Mama’s rules
If we don’t clean our sh#t up soon it’s all gonna go boom
The Indians on this coast, they saw food and sand…Nature’s plan
Then they saw the White Man… damn
〈Verse〉
I’m falling asleep in delirium, I’m sick as a dog at a mountain lodge
I’m in luxury’s lap, rain tap tapping on my balcony
While the Miners and Cowboys are drinking their stout
The Pirates come in and clean it all out
It’s high noon… bustеd times… Rocky Mountain high
〈Chorus〉
All these mountains arе crawling with fools breaking Mama’s rules
If we don’t clean our mess up soon this boom town’ll go boom
The Indians in these hills, they followed elk through the Aspens-Nature’s plan
Then they saw the White Man… damn
〈Verse〉
We’ve had long days of summertime, tall cotton, homesteaded river time
Brought home the bacon and the Bonnie Blue, singing, “We all did what we could do…”
And now we’re rounding up the Indians, running out the Mexicans
Now I can see that we’re in the weeds, high noon beating down hard on me
〈Chorus〉
All these fields are crawling with fools breaking Mama’s rules
If we don’t clean our sh#t up soon it’s all gonna go boom
The Indians round here they saw Nature’s plan, and it was grand
Then they saw the White Man…
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